There's no earthly way of knowingWhich direction we are goingThere's no knowing where we're goingOr which way the wind is blowingIs it raining? is it snowingIs a hurricane a-blowingNot a speck of light is showingSo the danger must be growingOh, the fires of hell are glowingIs the grisly reaper mowingYes! the danger must be growingFor the rowers keep on rowingAnd they're certainly not showingAny signs that they are slowing!Stop the boat!